"Son, don't ever leave us. Don't ever fall into the lies of those 'other' people. Follow the rules and nothing will happen. Definitely never, and I mean never, show your face to anyone out in public. Wear that mask in public. Always."

That's what my dad said. He told me that when I was a young boy. I was only 6 then. I somehow remembered that since. I had made the mistake of forgetting my mask one day. My dad was furious. He yelled at me wanting to hurt me, but had promised my mom that he wouldn't. After his lecture, I never forgot my mask again.

When I was younger, I always wondered why we couldn't show our faces in public. I realized as I got older that my father and his gang, so to speak, and others from past gangs or groups, could be another way to say it, were long ago threatened. People referred to us as evil people. They also gave us some names like: "Devils/followers of Satan, evil beings, heartless, etc." I didn't really mind all the name calling. I was taught to just suck it up and be a man. The people like us were able to be identified easy even without our masks. The police or anyone could kill us on site.

I remember when I was younger that I loved my mother. My father was gone most of the time, so I had spent much more time wit my mom and got to her know her a lots more.

That changed when my mother died. I was only 10. I don't remember much though because I had got knocked out by someone. Which I still don't know, even until this day. My dad told me that some killers came and shot my mom and killed her. Of course I believe it. I woke up seeing my mom dead. He told me about what had happened when I woke up. He told me that I was knocked out before my mother had died. I have remembered when he told me that, even now. I've wanted revenge on whoever killed her.

With our gang, if someone kills someone we care about, we do the same back to them. We also kill the killer too. We were considered as monsters a lot. People always tell us we have no hearts. In a way, we don't. I have some of a heart. But not enough to let the one who killed my mom mercy. When I find this person, I will make them pay. My name is Adam Stafford, and I am a 25-year-old who no matter what, will make that person pay for what he has done. I will show no mercy towards him. I will find him someday. Someday.